Posted in youtube

Thor: Princess of Asgard

I just couldn’t help myself, Thor fits the criteria for a princess so well😂 Anyway, yes, yet another product of my procrastination on my YouTube channel👀

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Posted in Poetry

A Wonder to Explore — #writephoto

Written for Sue Vincent‘s Thursday Photo Prompt: Track. I missed doing these :3


Lost in the woods, forgotten by the sun,

Distraught, I wander through the rain-soaked trees

In desperate search of safety and of peace,
Away from blood and guns.

I notice fairies bathing in a pond,

Their laughter an incessant melody.

I stand, enraptured, and they notice me—

Their smiles seem almost fond.

As gnomes build castles from the fallen leaves,

As wyverns race over the beaten tracks,

I find myself unable to turn back,

For I don’t want to leave.

The human world—filled to the brink with war,

Defiled by rage—is utterly insane,

While in this forest, feral magic reigns…

A wonder to explore.


Hope you enjoyed ❤ Feel free to comment!

Posted in Blogging, fantasy, flash fiction, Prose, Writing

A Distant Call – #SoCS

Okay, stream of consciousness writing is a new one for me! It was a fun first try:D Though my OCD-esque Muse which usually makes me edit one sentence at least a couple hundred times is suffering at the moment x)


There’s something calling me from the distance and I can’t place the source.

It’s been there for most days of my life. I look out the window each morning and hear it in the forest nearby my house. I venture into the forest and hear it from the intertwined clouds in the stormy sky. Dangling from the trees, I hear it calling to me from below; when in the subway, the call is ingrained in the walls of the tunnel and instead of the train speeding over the rails, I hear a mysterious force–or being?–which unnerves me almost to the point of madness.

There’s something calling me from the distance and I can’t even make out what the voice is saying.

Is it even a voice? Or some magical magnetic pull trying to suck me into a mirror dimension? Or everything’s much, much simpler and I was born insane.

The inconveniences of life.

There’s something calling me from the distance… and although it’s possible to place it into the back of my mind, if only for a little while, it’s absolutely impossible to ignore. It doesn’t grow stronger and it doesn’t cause me pain–it just is, and really, that’s enough to get me to pack the bare necessities, leave home in the middle of the night and venture out into the unknown.

There’s something calling me from the distance… and who knows? Perhaps it’s simply a hallucination made by my mind, which yearns for an adventure outside the sickeningly familiar confines of my homeland.


Hope you enjoyed! Written for the SoCS August 4/18

Posted in Blogging

It’s Good to Be Back

Oooh, boi

You know that feeling when you don’t blog for a while for, well, pretty legitimate reasons (college, ahem ahem, = HELL) and then you’re more or less free but procrastinate on writing a post and then it’s been so long it becomes embarrassing and then and then two years have passed and you just wanna disintegrate like all those superheroes in Infinity War?

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No? I’m the only one?

Dammit, Louise!

Anyways, in short, this is a sort of comeback from the depths of the Beyond where I’ve been wallowing in, trying to figure out what to do with my life. I do long to get back into the WordPress community, where I’ve been low-key lurking from time to time. And to continue what this blog was all about: art and creativity.

I’ve finally got meself a new DSLR, which means non-iPhone photography FINALLY. After 8 years of meticulous planning, it looks like I’m finally going to start writing a fantasy/sci-fi series of mine – tho that’s a scary feat. Not flash fiction. A whole novel to go! And on top of that, I’ve gained a few more obsessions, namely Rick and Morty and Gravity Falls 😀 So ranting about those and weaving them into my art is guaranteed.

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A whole new DeviantArt account, a YouTube channel and a revived blog – here I come!

I can’t wait to catch up with everybody’s blogs :3

Posted in drama, My Poetry, Writing

Desperate Times

My dreams are incomplete
In this acute depression,
The burning blows of hate
Strike me in quick succession.

My joys are hidden far;
I do not see salvation.
My spirit and my mind
Are lacking inspiration.

My life is circumscribed
By chains of ostentation.
The image of my soul
Is blinded by elation,
Which in itself is false —
A demon’s smart disguise.
The shadows fly around,
Obscuring paradise
And urging me to leave
All that I love and cherish.
I hope the sunrise makes
These ghastly shadows perish.

I hope a rain of stars
Burns down their hellish lair.
I hope the moon returns,
And with its healing flare,
I’ll find another path
That leads out of depression
To those who’ll listen to
My desperate confession…

But when will that day come,
When will my dreams recover?
Or is there nothing more
For my soul to discover?

Posted in Blogging

Remember, Remember, the 9th of November

Yaaay, I finally got back to WordPress. I missed my blog. A whirlwind of work for university clubs and societies, as well as my detrimental tendency to procrastinate haven’t been helpful. But after a month of scarcely writing any stories or poems I feel more than a little depressed; I’m committed to making more time for it now.

But… the central event today is, of course, not the life of a lazy teenager, it is the fact that

Donald

Trump

(yes, Donald J. Trump)

was elected President of the United States. 

Now I’ve made my position clear a long time ago. I, like many, thought at first that his campaign was a joke and the guy was something along the lines of a psycho but these analyses of Trump’s tactics and strategy made me rethink my initial impression of him. Also, because I’m far from a Clinton supporter and I happen to live in the middle of perpetual crisis (aka Russia) I really, truly wanted him to win.

Despite his radical remarks and actions, he isn’t foolish, he isn’t a psycho and though I’m sure he won’t be a great President, he won’t be a terrible one either.

However, on the 7-8 of November, I woke up, went to class and reminisced on the current affairs in the world with this thought firmly embedded in my mind: Hillary Clinton is definitely going to win. Because of the polls. Because it’s predictable. Because it’s Clinton.

So as my friends and I updated the electorial map and saw Trump leading significantly, I was in a bit of a shock.

Really? His victory is possible?

Florida was a surprise, but what caught me by surprise and convinced me of this…

Image source: Lentach

…was his victory in Pennsylvania. And then this happened.

What can I say?

I am disappointed because I happen to live in a country with an incompetent government where every election is predictably Putin.

I am sincerely happy for Trump though I understand why so many Americans are upset.

I am amazed by this spectacularly bizarre election and the fact that we’re facing this “period of uncertainty”, as Hollande put it, which for me is a weirdly pleasing mixture of fear and excitement.

But come on. Which one of you thought the history of the XXI century was going to go smoothly?

As always, feel free to comment, even if (read: especially) if you disagree. I’ve really missed this community!

Posted in Blogging, drama, My Poetry, Writing

Life Requires Pain

Abandoned by existence,
I drown in limbo’s rain.
No happiness—no pain.

Sweet life, on your insistence,
I fight against the spell
That’s dragging me to hell.

But hate destroys resistance.
The stars desert the skies,
Predicting love’s demise.

Gods offer no assistance;
Observing from their height,
They mock the death of light.

There, in the cosmic distance,
I glimpse forsaken dreams,
I hear tormented screams…

Reclaiming my existence,
I burn under the rain—
Sweet life requires pain.

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Photo Credit: Raindrops via photopin (license)

A free Monday=D Wow!

I’m glad I managed to write this in time for Jane Dougherty’s poetry challenge this week. Turned out… strange. Not sure if it’s a happy ending or a sad one.

What do you think? Feel free to share your thoughts in the comments!

Posted in fantasy, My Poetry, tragedy, Writing

The Gate of Resurrection – #writephoto

No feeling of connection.
The Gate of Resurrection
Holds nothing but deception…
He won’t be coming back.

When stars become erratic
And grief makes all life static,
We wish for sacred magic—
The power which we lack:

To battle death’s embraces,
To bring back stolen faces,
To visit darkened places
And color them with gold.
Alas, the stars keep burning
All hope, and joy, and yearning.
The planet keeps on turning
As death makes life grow cold.

Eternal disconnection,
No guide and no direction,
No sight of resurrection;
The Gate is sealed for good.

She stands beside it, hollow,
While demons feed her sorrow
And whisper: “Fear the morrow
As every mortal should.”

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University is awesome except when it takes up 99 percent of your free time=D I lasted about… a week? before I began skipping classes. Some of them are just not worth it.

Anyway, this was written in response to Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt.

I hope to catch up with all my usual prompts/challenges this week… but homework is always unpredictable D=

As usual, thank you for reading! All comments and criticism are welcome=)

Posted in drama, fantasy, My Poetry, Writing

The King’s Salvation- A Ballad

His castle never welcomes light,
His crown is marred with grief,
And nothing in the universe
Can bring the King relief.

He wanders endless corridors
And thinks of times long past.
He wonders why his happiness
Was never meant to last.

When sunlit days were all he knew,
When magic served him well,
The world was at his feet, his eyes
Could blind the flames of hell.

His castle now repulses light,
His crown is marred with grief,
And nothing in the universe
Can bring the King relief.

One night a darkness poisoned him,
His magic turned awry.
The world grew terrified of him,
As did the heartless sky.

His loved ones left him, one by one,
He plunged into despair.
“Is there a cure?” he’d ask the stars.
They’d answer, “We don’t care”.

His castle never welcomes light,
His crown is marred with grief,
And nothing in the universe
Can bring the King relief.

All hope is lost. He leaves his home
And travels to the sea,
Intent on letting go of life—
He longs to cease to be.

But on the shore he meets a girl,
Whose magic, just like his,
Appeals to demons and the void
And always strikes amiss.

The King finds happiness at last,
His smile is death to grief.
His newfound daughter brings him hope,
Salvation—and relief.


This was written in response to Jane Dougherty’s Poetry Challenge, which asks us to experiment with meter. Since I mostly write metric poetry and my original poem had the so-called ballad meter already, I thought I’d add this form to the challenge, the rules of which you can find here. It’s my first try so it’s far from perfect, but I really liked the form, so I think I’ll use it again=)

Feel free to share your thoughts in the comments!